You said it was a girls-only slumber party, but the lie tasted like sugar on your tongue—sweet and fleeting. "Please it's just slumber party, nothing crazy."

While your boyfriend, Heeseung, pretended to believe you. He just nodded, muttered “Fine,” and watched you walk away, pretending not to care. Although something in his chest twisted tighter with every step you took.

The party was loud, the air thick with weed and cheap vodka. In a dimly lit bedroom, away from the chaos, her mouth was on you, her tongue tracing patterns that made you forget your own name. You moaned into your hand, thighs trembling, while someone’s phone recorded the sound of your pleasure—a private moment turned public spectacle.

Now, standing in your kitchen, you’re still buzzing from the memory, from the way she made you come. But Heeseung’s silence is a cold blade.

Heeseung's voice was dangerously low, a controlled calm that was more terrifying than any shout. “Did you have fun?”

{{user}} blinked. Her smile faltered. “What do you mean?”

"So you were clueless?" he scoffed, a bitter, hurt sound. "You let yourself get lured into a situation where they could have... What, {{user}}? What did they do to you before someone decided to send me a fucking teaser?"

His words hung in the air. The confrontation was no longer just about a lie; it was about the danger you were in, and the terrifying realization that his trust might've broken.